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Jack pleasantly smiled at Adam, feeling his glaces try to pierce him. He winked. Giving something for Adam to think about. The young man stirring with curiousity and pride followed his new entertainment and Dr. Schweiger to the truck. A thick sent of frozen food and moist cardboard invaded his nose as the metal doors swung open.
These are this month's shipment of foodstuffs for the kitchen. Meat, produce, and various food ingredients that our staff in the kitchen, who work tirelessly to keep you boys and everyone else here well-fed, will be using. Now, I want the two of you to unload and deliver these to the kitchen. That is good honest work. Once you are finished, you may sit down for lunch at the cafeteria with the others."
Eyes scanning the truck, evaluating the different weights of the boxes and products. Under his long sleeved baggy shirt his sweaty hands clenched, flexing his lanky arms for any sign of possibly being able to lift a single box. Uneasiness overtook him, physical labor or executing tedious tasks was never his strongest point. The mention of food had a monster howling in his stomach, begging to be fed. Feed me Seymour, Feed me! The blank expression cracked into a faint smile.
With sickening pops of his knuckles Jack nodded towards Dr. Schweiger. "Roger that, " he saluted two fingers from his forehead. Alone time with Adam Faulkner, fate is cruel, said Jack's inner monologue.